sitting by the candles

before the mirror of my inspiration

I look at my mirror's picture

so who am I if there stays a mind of an

inexhaustible mistery with me?



so dance faster with the wind of your shadow

so chase faster in the rain of storm feelings

drive the chariots of slassy clouds

looking for the silver groves



and for me the scream of forgotten rain

where only remains to me to go by the thorns

by the bridges of the past

so I give seven golden fires

so I give seven golden keys



seven golden fires

seven golden keys